come here

come over here
and take off your clothes
and with them
every worry
you’ve rolled up
into your shirt sleeves
let my fingerprints
tracing your spine
be the last thing that you feel
before you drift off to sleep
and let my
soft waking moans
be your alarm clock
come here baby
and take off your clothes
and with them
the weight
pressing on your shoulders
while you let my breath
in your ear
be your soundtrack
and my hand on your cheek
your anchor
come over here
and take off your clothes

May 4, 2016